PHARAOH SIRIS - MP3 KILLED THE REAL RAP STAR

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How the MP3 killed the real rap star of TODAY as appossed to how it was bullets that killed the rap stars of late.

RIP Tupac,
Siris a.k.a Pharaoh Siris

"Baptism Through Fire"
MP3 killed the real rap star

Like Siris verses satin, Im bein baptized through fire. I'll conquer this buisness come hell or high water. These bloody ass knuckles, got my own mic shook, a mortal fatality you'll get your whole soul took. No need to hide your queen kid, im huntin down your rook. I feel like the broken pieces, once stood a emcee, I transformed into a gladiator on these beats. My competitive nature holds me captive, a captin dissbersin his fleets.

Cuz it's the MP3 that killed the real rap star
It wasnt dirty frinds, or bullet riddled benzes
The MP3 just killed the real rap star

I see you lookin baby, and yea you make me feign. Im just too old for your sweet sixteen, hit me up in two and we can do this thing. We come from different eras, said she loves Wu-Tang... Said she listens to my song, every single day. And it makes her feel things in every single way. I'll motivate ya, make ya shake, have you awake untill the day breaks. Im not the flashy type but i'll pop champaign, get twisted in the limo just to tour L.A. Take you to the Falls and show you my whole birth place. gorrillaz on the move, so you know u gonna be safe.

Its the MP3 that killed the real rap star
It wasnt dirty frinds, or bullet riddled benzes
The MP3 just killed the real rap star


From Long Beach to Finland, touch everything in existence. When penalties are due, slice trax like a henchman. The garbage out now cant coexist with mine. So until I’ve wrote my last line, hip-hop has not died. Let us collide, Pharaohz Tearz drop when we both close our eyez. I feel your pain and we exchange passion. treat you less like a fan, and more like a best friend. You gimme cash for muzic, a mutual agreement, you get beautiful music and Im over here eatin. I give you power when you’re weak, and strength to get through grievin. I saw you at my show late last weekend. I couldn’t believe you made the trip from the UK to the U.S. I seen fan bases but you cats are the best, and take it to another level. Word up, if it weren’t for you I wouldn’t be sh*** word up. I went from stressin to stardom by the time I woke up.

Cuz the MP3 couldnt kill this real rap star
i dont hang wit dirty frinds, that bullet riddle benzes
The MP3 didnt kill this real rap star.

Written by: Siris a.k.a. Pharaoh Siris
3/18/09 c